Issue No 121 Underneath The Gods Lyrics

They say patience is better in this fruits and sweet
And you never win nothing if you lose the feet
But true fully, and amuses me,
How we knock on every door when we hold the keys
These double pen or its box, better known as weed
Some amazing things can become of trees
So I let the time laughs and enjoy the breeze
I can't put the tops down but my memories
So sippin on whatever that they answer me
I ask what it is, no one answers me
I guess I put it down, I had enough to drink,
Shit slowing down, it's getting hard to think,
So I'm poppin my bands, got me scribe to me
Turn her to address my soul, heard her logically,
And I'm feeding nowhere thinking positively,
But patience is better and this bruises weed
Damn, shit's tough being in the diamond, in the roll
My cuff running doper life, loaded in my cup, I got shit to do
If it kills a nigga so what's the waste of time, not to feel a nigga
See I empathize with you fucking guys, you close minded niggas
You should hear my rhymes, and hear the cry in between the lies
And the broken thoughts, nigga feed your mind,
you never dance with the devil in the bell moon life,
with two left beat and yeah move on B
nah, I guess you niggas not me,
I'm not just y'all see I'm just 2-3
And thus everything will .. surround me
The little is simple let's all believe and if little be little I'll talk the weed
Raise the glass one time, for a fallen king,
Raise the glass one time, for a fallen king,
Underneath the guys, this all it mean
So raise your glass one time for a fallen king yeah